They dream on their heads to wear corona Monopolized by men born to wear it. The sky calls mortals back to good manner, Or in a wink all their stuffed heads can fit In corona, first by the low world worn, Made by Satan, or brought on bingo wings. The most powerful become the most fear-torn, Wishing only in the world apart things Fall apart, and at their homes peace be worn. Yet, itβs worn as equal power between kings And plebs. It reminds, in the best and worst, The air they share as friends unites them most.
This poem aims to reminding people, regardless their social situation, that they need to unite more than ever. We need to love each other and protect each other. Together we will defeat #CoronaVirus and COVID-19.